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Fascinated, I watched the map shift, zoom in, then shift again in a dizzying spin. “Nat mentioned Lena had a mystery man.” His fingers slipped on the keyboard, and the map on screen zoomed out and stilled. Evan cursed. A couple of clicks later, the rapid adjustments continued. “She have a habit of blowing off work for a man?” “Nope,” I answered, noting his reaction. “Which is why I’m having you track her phone.” As the minutes ticked by, anticipatory tension had me wrapping my arms around my stomach, hiding my fisted hands. There were no beeps or lights or anything to tell me what was happening. After what felt like forever, I finally broke. “Evan?” His broad shoulders hunched as he all but hissed, “Shush.” The tension continued to ratchet up until I wanted to scream. Evan’s muttered “Dammit” was followed by his fist slamming against the desk next to the keyboard. He shoved back hard, which forced me back a step in tandem. He dragged a hand through his hair, leaving it mussed. “There’s no signal, so I’m assuming it’s not active.” I shifted to the side, so I could still see his screen. “If it’s not active, it means it’s turned off, right?” “Or something.” His tone was dire, his attention once more on the screens. Frustrated, I snapped, “So what’s next?” “I’m going to see if I can track her activity before the signal dropped.” That sounded simple enough, but as the minutes stretched and it appeared Evan wasn’t in a rush to share, I demanded, “Tell me what’s going on.” He shot me a disgruntled look. “The program only goes so fast, Rory. It has to piece together the information from the towers her phone pinged off of, and with no idea how long her phone’s been offline, it has to dig back hour by hour.” Gritting my teeth, I waited. Eventually, the sprawling code slowed, and so did the dizzying map changes. When things appeared to finally settle, he hit a button on the phone and growled, “Kel, need you to cover the desk.” He tore the earpiece from his ear, tossed it on the desk, then pushed back his chair and stood. “Come on.” I trotted along in his long-legged wake as we headed to the back office. “Tell